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Riding Towards Everywhere

One night not long ago, in a certain desert valley that I love, a farewell gathering for friends had ended, and we were all feeling sad. Since I had been sitting in company for hours, I decided to return to the ranch alone and on foot. It was an easy walk of three or four […]

Posted 09 December 2010 † Nomad93 § mental § NowReading § verbal ‡ Comments (0) ° Also tagged: ,

William Vollmann reading at the Village Voice Bookshop, Paris, 12 June 2007

My feeling is that the main characteristic of reality is that it is infinitely dense and infinitely expansive; it’s always going to be greater than an ability to perceive it. And so the job of an artist is to make something that seems to be greater than you are, that has some kind of depth, […]

Posted 09 December 2008 † Nomad93 § mental § research § verbal ‡ Comments (0) ° Also tagged:

William Vollmann – Riding Toward Everywhere

From Vollmann’s latest book on hobos, riding the rails and moving. Reminds me of bit of Lucius Shepard’s Two Trains Running from a few years ago, which I reviewed here. Whenever I injure or tire myself on the rails, I can rest, whether at home or in a flophouse. Although I won’t own a cell-phone […]

Posted 13 September 2008 † Nomad93 § verbal § writing ‡ Comments (0) ° Also tagged:

Traveler’s epitaph

“I can’t say I know much, but I’ve loved, maybe too much; maybe from love I’ll get my death. I’ve seen Madagascar and walked the frozen sea. I have no trade, make nothing but pretty things which fail against the seriousness of rice. I’m not well or wise; I fear death; but I’ve never failed […]

Posted 12 February 2008 † Nomad93 § mental § verbal ‡ Comments (0) ° Also tagged: ,